A Little While - Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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A little while a little love The hour yet bears for thee and me Who have not drawn the veil to see If still our heaven be lit above. Thou merely, at the day's last sigh, Hast felt thy soul prolong the tone; And I have heard the night-wind cry And deemed its speech mine own.

A little while a little love The scattering autumn hoards for us Whose bower is not yet ruinous Nor quite unleaved our songless grove. Only across the shaken boughs We hear the flood-tides seek the sea, And deep in both our hearts they rouse One wail for thee and me.

A little while a little love May yet be ours who have not said The word it makes our eyes afraid To know that each is thinking of. Not yet the end: be our lips dumb In smiles a little season yet: I'll tell thee, when the end is come, How we may best forget.

Comments about A Little While by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

'A little while a little love' seems to be not a great measure, defining neither love nor duration as exquisite pleasure, it seems a love lasting but the flight of a feather, aloft momentarily upon the whims of a breeze then lost forever?(Report)Reply

I am William E. Night. I read your poem and I enjoyed it. I found the rhyme good and the romance good. However I found the line, be our lips dumb to stand out in the poem as not fitting it in the poem. Somehow it does not seem romantic to me. My standing out it takes away from the romance. It breaks the imagery.(Report)Reply

Again I stand in awe, of the very muse and inspiration of my own poetic heart.
I thank you from the bottom of my whole being for giving me this gift. A hundred and 24 years have past and your magic still lives on.
R.I.P Dante
Nickie x x(Report)Reply